Just so you know… IX

Mackay made Nate and I fill out “questionnaires” on Sunday.  For best friend I wrote down Nate.  Nate wrote down Ben.  I looked at Nate and he crossed out Ben and wrote Kalli.  We also had to write down our favorite candy bar and favorite toy store.  When it came to my favorite word, I was stumped.  I asked Mackay what word I say most often.  The word I wrote down as my “favorite” word: Hey!  Nate’s “favorite word”: STOP!  That says a lot.  I don’t really want to do another questionnaire for a while.

I’m praying for rain.  This is weird for a photographer, I know.  So I’m praying for weekday rain, not weekend.  But Mackay just bought an umbrella and feels a very deep need to use it.  And I’m sick of sitting under it in the house pretending it’s raining.  We need the real stuff–for her sanity and mine.

I’ve got book club coming up.  Which means that I have to go to the gym and walk on a treadmill for a couple hours so I can finish my book.  (Free child-care.  Max: 2 hours.)  A casual pace for 90+ minutes really wears your feet out.  And burns off a few calories…right?

I had a 7:00am photoshoot.  At 6:45am I’m driving in the dark.  Oops…didn’t think about the sun not being up.  It was one of those *duh* moments for me.  But it’s another thing checked off my list of things I’ll never do again.  I’ve checked a lot of things off that list in the last few years–but randomly they pop up.  Someday I hope for no more surprise *duh* moments.

I’m getting into busy season, and I’m really enjoying it.  (Though I’m also looking to Christmas break when I get a little more rest and relaxation.)  I’m feeling so busy right now I have to write “shower” on my list of things to do.  If I don’t, it won’t get done.  I’m sure my husband appreciates that I write that down.  Even if yesterday’s shower came at 2:30pm.

In all my stress lately I’ve been coloring.  It started out with Mackay, but has since turned into something that she cannot help me with because it has to be perfect.  I  know.  I’m ashamed.  I’ve been working on one picture for four days.  And when I’m done I’m not quite sure what to do with it.  Either put it on our fridge or send it to work with Nate so he can put it up on his wall.  Probably the latter.  And I’ll probably sign it in the bottom corner, too.

Mackay came out of the bathroom today.  Excited.  Too excited.  She told me she went to the bathroom with BOTH toilet seats up.  And she didn’t fall in at all!  The joy on her face was adorable.  The reason for the joy was disgusting.

I just walked into my bedroom closet to put something away.  I was looking up on a shelf high above my head, and noticed something unusual.  I have a pair of pajama pants.  I got them from my dad one year for Christmas.  And they are, self admittedly, the ugliest things you have ever seen with some Looney-Tunes character all over them.  But to not hurt my dad’s feelings I kept them, and they are the softest, most comfortable pants ever.  And I looked up on the shelf and noticed my ugly Looney-Tunes pants.  Rolled up neatly, hiding from me.  The nerve.

I remember one day when I was little my dad grabbing a pair of my mom’s “house” pants.  They were bright blue, thin to almost see through from wear, with bleach stains all over them.  My dad hated them; my mom wore them.  And one day I saw my dad cutting them up and throwing them in the outside garbage can.  So they could never.be.worn.again.  I’ve turned into my mother and married my father.